I still remember the night I went into labor as one of the most vulnerable moments of my life. I was scared, exhausted, and completely dependent on the people around me. Among them was the woman who held my hand, spoke softly to me, and reassured me that everything would be fine as I brought my child into the world.
She was part of the medical team. She smiled often. She called me strong. I trusted her without question. What I did not know then was that she was also sharing my bed when I wasn’t there.
For years, I considered that delivery a sacred memory, despite the pain.
Whenever I looked at my child, I remembered her calm voice telling me to breathe, telling me I was doing well. My husband stood nearby, pretending to be the supportive partner, wiping fake tears, playing his role perfectly. The truth came out almost seven years later, by accident.
I ran into that same woman at a pharmacy. She froze when she saw me, then forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. As we spoke awkwardly, she mentioned my husband’s name far too comfortably. Something in her tone unsettled me.
That night, I confronted my husband. At first, he laughed it off. Then he got angry. Finally, he broke. Yes, he admitted. While I was pregnant. While she helped deliver our baby. While I trusted them both with my life.
The betrayal shattered me in ways I still struggle to put into words. It wasn’t just adultery. It was violation. My most vulnerable moment had been shared by two people who were lying to my face. I fell into depression, anger, and confusion. I couldn’t understand how cruelty could wear such a gentle face.
What made it worse was that after the revelation, my life began to unravel. My sleep disappeared. My health declined. My child became constantly sick. I felt like I was reliving the trauma daily, as if something had been opened that refused to close.
That is when someone referred me to Doctor Bokko. When I spoke to him, he explained that some betrayals cut deeper because they open spiritual wounds, not just emotional ones. He helped me break the lingering attachment, cleanse the trauma tied to that night, and reclaim my strength.
Slowly, my peace returned. My child’s health improved. The nightmares stopped. Today, I have learned that healing does not come from pretending betrayal didn’t happen. It comes from facing it, understanding it, and releasing its power over your life.
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